Poor Fox

Music: none – I have to be able to hear the noise from downstairs…
Mood: tired

…Pfff… what a day! Fox had a surgery, several small stones were removed from his bladder. The vet told me that his bladder had a severe infection and was very much swollen. Poor thing, he must have had a lot of pain! Now I hope for a speedy recovery. There’s one problem that he may not go up and down the stairs. I explained to the vet that there were 8 steps at the front door… she said it was already too much for him. OK, but what can I do? I can’t carry him; he’s not very big but much too heavy. Besides, he seems to need to go out very often. A Flickr-friend was very kind to advise me that I’d better let him walk carefully than I’d lift and carry him in a wrong way. I think she’s right… and I wouldn’t be able to carry him anyway!
And, there’s another thing: I have to watch him so that he doesn’t go on the couch. He’s very stiff and clumsy, normally he can’t scratch his neck or lick his belly (a silly dog, isn’t he?) but on the couch, he somehow gets in a position that he might be able to lick his wound.

I had a very short sleep last night, or better say this morning. After my quick dinner tonight, while I was watching Fox sleep and hearing his regular breathing (almost snoring), I fell asleep on the couch. I had a dream too, but I don’t remember now.

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Fox is awake, doesn’t want to stay in his basket. The cats are running up and down, eating plants in the living room. Pfff.. I don’t think I’m calm and patient enough for this situation.

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It was such a beautiful weather this morning; clear blue sky with lashes of orange morning glow, crisp cold. Now (a little past 3 am) it’s snowing.

My Christmas

Music: still the same (play list 241205)
Mood: relieved

I said "goodbye" yesterday (=Christmas day!) - for the second time - because it wasn't leading me anywhere... I was just stuck there. It was a tough decision but I felt I had to.
SO, I knew it was going to be a long night... *sigh* What should I do then, to get through this sleepless night?

I was down, blue, absentminded... till I got unexpected e-mails from... Santa! Oh, I'm not exaggerating, the e-mails were so kind and sweet.. one of the kindest and sweetest of all the messages I ever had received.

And guess what happened next... more e-mails, this time from somebody else - I'd call her now "Ms. Bright Light in the Sky". We had a small "conversation" via e-mails - it was fun!

I was thinking today: I have great friends, who think of me, care about me. Santa, Ms. Bright Light in the Sky and more - some here, some far away but they are all in my heart.

Gees, I'm really crying... but not because I'm sad... I'm such a lucky and happy person, aren't I?

Hope everyone has had a great Holiday as mine.

Ho-Ho-Ho...

Music: Play list 241205 – “Christmas”/Bruce Cockburn, “Virtuoso No.3”/ Joe Pass, some songs of Keb’ Mo’, some songs of Thunder, some songs of Lynyrd Skynyrd, etc.
Mood: Festive….(not!)


First of all:
Happy Holidays, everyone!!

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Well, I’m doing fine.. but I wish I was feeling a bit happier… I have officially one week off from my work but there are so many things to do (to catch up with) that I’ll be working for the whole week.. just as usual.

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I took Fox to a specialized animal clinic for echography because he had been still peeing (lots of) blood and the antibiotics didn’t seem to be helping. Now, thanks to echography, we know there’s a small stone in his bladder. He will have another surgery on Thursday, poor dog!
On my (our) way home from the clinic, I went to see V., who fed both of us (Fox and me) with nice homemade humus. V. also showed me a beautiful book about travelling. There was a photo of a puffin, my favourite bird, in that book. V. (who likes Fox very much) and I agree with each other that puffins are sort of bullterriers of birds.

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L & T came along last night… we had a nice chat but alas… I have no music at the moment in my living room… well, ok, we had a nice bottle of Italian red though…

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hmmmmm there must be more happy news… think, Kym., think!!

Oh, yes… A. has a new boyfriend, so she told me. …that’s great “Christmas” news! …I can’t wait to see him!

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Till The Next Goodbye
(The Rolling Stones)

Honey, is there any place that you would like to eat?
I know a coffee shop down on Fifty-Second Street
And I don’t need no fancy food and I don’t need no fancy wine
And I sure don’t need the tears you cry
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
I’ll be thinking of you
I’ll be thinking of you

Yeah, a movie house on Forty-Second Street
Ain’t a very likely place for you and I to meet
Watching the snow swirl around your hair and around your feet
And I’m thinking to myself she surely looks a treat
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time that we kiss goodnight
I’ll be thinking of you
I’ll be thinking of you

I can’t go on like this, can ya? Can ya?
I can’t go on like this, can ya?

You give me a cure all from New Orleans
Now that’s a recipe I sure do need
Some cider vinegar and some elderberry wine
May cure all your ills, but it can’t cure mine
Your Lou’siana recipes have let me down
Your Lou’siana recipes have surely let me down
Till the next time we say goodbye
Drink to it
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time that we kiss goodnight
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time we say goodbye
Till the next time that we kiss goodnight
I’ll be thinking of you
I’ll be thinking of you

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(written by M. Jagger/K. Richards)

Oh-oh-oh…

Music: yep, you might have guessed… Play list no. 8; at this very moment “Love Walked In”/Thunder -> “Stand Up”/Thunder -> “Hit the Road Jack”/Suzi Quatro
Mood: confused

Oh-oh-oh…yes, I’m quite confused. Um.., it’s getting really too much for my grey cells.

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I had a strange dream this morning: I think I moved to a flat… I had a bigger, empty kitchen. There was only a small fridge there. When I walked in the bed room, I saw my mother was still sleeping. I found it rather strange because it was already late… I heard her saying or moaning something but I couldn’t really understand. Then I thought I should get dressed, and went look for my clothes.. I didn’t see any wardrobe in the room, only a couple of suitcases and plastic bags. Then I walked to my mother again, she said something to me… then I woke up. That’s all I remember.

Ah, probably it’s because I was thinking about Christmas cards; if I should send some pics of me to my parents… They haven’t seen/heard from me for such a long time.

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Um…, what does “South of Heaven” mean? I can't find any satisfying answer on the internet. Still, this song sounds like how I feel now…

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South of Heaven
(Lynyrd Skynyrd)

There’s a honky-tonk just south of Georgia
A little salvation just a’ waitin’ for ya’
I heard it said a long time ago
If you’re lookin’ for your soul
Down a dirt road just across the border

Well the harder it comes you know the easier it goes
If you can make your way a little further down that road, yea
When you’re caught up in between
Or just dyin’ to be set free

South of Heaven
Always endin’ up
No matter how I try
I’m just south of Heaven
Don’t wanna think you can have it all
’Cause all I need is just south of Heaven

There’s a little girl they call the sweet thing
Been some time I’d like to tell you one thing
You have nothin’ left to lose
So by the time that you come to
You’ll be one more callin’ her name

Well the harder it comes you know the easier it goes
If you can make your way a little further down that road, yea
When you’re caught up in between
Or just dyin’ to be set free

South of Heaven
Always endin’ up
No matter how I try
I’m just south of Heaven
Don’t wanna think you can have it all
’Cause all I need is just south of Heaven

There’s a honky-tonk just south of Georgia
A little salvation just a’ waitin’ for ya’
I heard it said a long time ago
If you’re lookin’ for your soul
Down a dirt road just across the border

Well the harder it comes you know the easier it goes
If you can make your way a little further down that road, yea
When you’re caught up in between
Or just dyin’ to be set free

South of Heaven
Always endin’ up
No matter how I try
I’m just south of Heaven
Don’t wanna think you can have it all
’Cause all I need is just south of Heaven

And when I die don’t cry for me
’Cause I’ll be just south of Heaven
South of Heaven
All I want, all I need, all I want
Is south of Heaven

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(written by Gary Rossington, Johnny Van-Zant, Robert Johnson, Michael Lunn)

Oh no..

Music: Thunder, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Jaco Pastorius
Mood: AltCtrlDelete

We were heading for the venue, Melkweg. I think it was around 6:30, when we just stepped into Lijnbaansgracht from Leidseplein, he was there too. We – him together with another guy and us - passed each other. I said to Bennie: “hey, it’s him, Danny, the vocalist!”. I heard him talking, recognized his voice too. We yay!!ed and walked on about 20 meters to the venue. When we were finally there, we couldn’t believe what we saw: “THUNDER-CANCELLED”. “WHAT?????” The girl at the counter told us that Danny had lost his voice and that they had decided to cancel the gig only 15 minutes before.

Another bad luck to me. I said to Bennie: “I must have done something wrong…. But what?” Bennie said then: “Nothing. Unless you mean all these people (who were looking forward to the concert) must have done something wrong”. Oh, that’s right… I’m not the only one here… A good point, Bennie.

Now I only wish him speedy recovery.

…When I came home, btw, I wanted to play music very LOUD… but alas, I don’t have a hi-fi set now.

Cancelled


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Something very stupid happened to me last week I had just done grocery shopping at the mall, got on my bike to go home. Then something hit my head – an orange! Someone threw an orange at me from behind. It hit me so hard that it burst – splash! – open. When I got home, I saw I had fresh orange juice all over me. I was angry but also found kinda funny. BUT, wait a sec…. if it had been a rock or something… I could have been seriously injured or even… dead. OMG! It wasn’t funny anymore.

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Fox is still peeing blood, though it’s getting less. Hmm… I can’t recall any happy stories from this past week. I don’t think there were any. I feel really tired.

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Spread Your Wings
(Queen)

Sammy was low
Just watching the show
Over and over again
Knew it was time
He’d made up his mind
His boss said to him
‘Boy you’d better begin
To get those crazy notions right out of your head
Sammy who do you think that you are?
You should’ve been sweeping up the Emerald bar’

Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
Because you know you should do better
That’s because you’re a free man

He spends his evenings alone in his hotel room
Keeping his thoughts to himself he’d be leaving soon
Wishing he was miles and miles away
Nothing in this world nothing would make him stay

Since he was small
Had no luck at all
Nothing came easy to him
Now it was time
He’d made up his mind
‘This could be my last chance’

His boss said to him, ‘now listen, boy’
You’re always dreaming
You’ve got no real ambition you won’t get very far
Sammy boy don’t you know who you are?
Why can’t you be happy at the Emerald bar?’

So honey
Spread your wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Spread your little wings and fly away
Fly away far away
Pull yourself together
Because you know you should do better
That’s because you’re a free man
Come on honey

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written by J. Deacon